A Picture of Grace & a Poem

Yesterday I came across this story of a sweet woman who rescues forgotten Bratz dolls and gives them “make-unders,” redeeming them to be lovely, clear-eyed, and wholesome. You may have seen it. I viewed her video several times because it made me so hopeful for our broken world. It was such a vivid picture of grace.

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(see more at http://treechangedolls.tumblr.com)

In what this woman does with these discarded dolls, I see a glimpse of the gospel. The way she scours thrift shops, finds them naked, hair gnarled, limbs missing, and brings them into her home. The way she washes them, tenderly erases their sleepy bedroom-eyes and puffy cartoon-lips, paints them a new, bright and happy face, restores their missing parts, and adorns their exposed bodies in adorable hand-knit outfits. Every detail is attended to; nothing is overlooked. After undergoing what C.S. Lewis would call “the full treatment,” these dolls are made completely new. There is not a trace of the old, hyper-sexualized “brat” that existed before.

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In these broken, jacked-up dolls, I see myself. In the benevolent demeanor of the woman who rescues these dolls, I see Jesus. He too, is a humble, skillful artist, grace-giver, and savior. He too, gives life to what was dead and transforms what seems like hopeless rubbish into breathtaking beauty. And he does so with the human heart.

He came to make all things new. The apostle Paul wrote, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, they are a new creation; the old things have passed away; behold, new things have come!” (2 Cor. 5:17) I have heaps of pain and sin and rubbish piling up inside, but 1 John 1:9 tells me that “If we confess our sins He is faithful & just and will forgive our sin and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.”

Found. Rescued. Washed. Cleansed. Transformed. Made new.

What a love story.

…This whole thing just brought to mind to a poem I wrote a while back:

Falling, falling
through the cracks;
Slipping, sinking
And who shall mourn?
Blind and burdened,
lacking wisdom
to die
that she may be reborn.

Someone please
save her, love her.
Jesus, Jesus
forgive her sins;
Pour living water
down upon her,
That she may never
thirst again.

Lifted, lifted
Up from darkness;
Waking, rising
tasting love.
Greed, lust, pride
all despising;
Carried, given
life above.
Death and sin
conquered, buried;
By Christ
she is loved and seen.
Rescued, valued
holy, cherished;
Awake to the
eternal dream.

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